Dear friends, in my last post I shared how challenging my formative years were and how much resentment I harbored towards my father. Year after year I found myself mired in a cycle of bitterness, regardless of how hard I tried to escape it. I was not just walking through the valley, I was settling in it. Then God showed me the way out of the valley to the mountaintop, a path which has revolutionized my life. One day in the spring of 1995, God allowed me to get a glimpse of my dad through His eyes, and I have never been the same. The catalyst that started the healing…